You are all my wings!

But no matter when, Leon could always feel her direct gaze upon him.

Boom, boom.

Another monster tide has arrived.

Just as the group was about to approach Lyon again, Bovary suddenly said:

"Sir, do you see a Shadow Scorpion among those demonic creatures in the distance?"

While casting a spell to quickly cover everyone with a large shadow shield, Leon observed and indeed discovered the existence of this thing.

The fourth-tier Shadow Scorpion, which was only a little over two meters tall, was moving swiftly through the monster tide. Because there were several fifth-tier powerful monsters in front of it, it kept a low profile and didn't make a sound.

"It is indeed there, but unfortunately there are so many monsters that there is no way to attack it."

Lyon frowned.

Although it's difficult to attack them, it's still possible to remember the direction these monsters went.

The monster tides we encountered in the previous encounters all went in the same direction.

It is clear that they are mostly attracted by something special.

Moreover, this is certainly not a sacred mural; it is most likely something else entirely.

Because they came from the sacred murals, they remained very quiet the whole time.

"Leave it for now. If things go smoothly with the princess later, see if we can borrow some manpower to attack these monsters."

Lyon pondered to himself that, based on his estimation, given Britta's status, if the princess wanted her to participate in the suppression, she would likely assign some independent adventurers to her command.

After all, this 41st floor is definitely not just the princess's territory, but also includes other adventurers who were originally exploring the surrounding area and had to converge on the princess's location due to the monster riot.

Not long after this wave of monsters passed, everyone's journey went much more smoothly.

Five hours after setting off, we finally emerged from the Green Grassland and could see a human camp rising abruptly from the plain in the distance.

"We've finally arrived."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 153 Madam, please don't use such ambiguous language.

Ahead lies Princess Ophimasso's temporary encampment on the 41st floor.

Ahead, there were more than thirty large tents set up in the shadows. Around the tents, there were large defensive magic arrays and fences that were connected together to form a huge, almost invisible spherical defensive shield.

Lyon scanned the area and noticed that groups of ten people were frequently seen leaving quickly and heading to various locations.

Occasionally, some wounded people and monster corpses were quickly carried back.

The overall formation was well-organized, demonstrating the legion's basic command skills.

It's worth mentioning that the majority of the people coming and going were at the third or fourth tier, but fifth-tier warrior-type professionals were also occasionally seen.

At a cursory glance, there were at least twenty or thirty fourth-tier superhumans in this encampment.

This makes sense, considering it's the 41st floor. Anyone without Tier 3 strength would have a hard time getting here. People with lower strength would only be useful for logistics; they'd just be a hindrance on the battlefield.

On an open area to the west of the encampment, there was a clear accumulation of the remains of monsters that had been dismantled.

It depicts a double six-pointed star array, which, at a cursory glance, appears to be a purification-type magic array.

It seems to be to prevent the remains of monsters from attracting insects and parasitic monsters, thus causing environmental pollution.

At the easternmost point, the ground begins to become slippery. A few hundred meters further east, you can find a swamp with traces of weak monsters.

The central tent was more than twice the size of the others, with curtains hanging directly above the entrance. Looking out, one could see many powerful adventurers discussing matters inside.

"Hey Lyon, now that we're here, let me give you a heads-up."

At that moment, Timia suddenly appeared beside Lyon and chuckled softly:

“Ophie is a very strong and heroic woman. If you want to make a good impression on her, you’d better show the same style that rejected me before.”

Lyon: "Although I don't know why Mrs. Timia said that, I thank you for reminding me."

Timia chuckled: "These polite words are so stiff, quite different from before. What, you're already tired of me after only two days of intimacy?"

Several anxious glances came from the side.

Lyon coughed lightly and clarified, "Madam is joking. We've never been intimate."

This clarification was primarily intended for Iris and Britta to hear.

After all, they hadn't witnessed the situation yesterday.

Timia's eyes flashed with a seductive allure as she smiled and said:

"Really? You were digging into me really hard back then, it hurt so much."

This guy really has no inhibitions.

Do all the upper-class nobles play such elaborate games?

"I just accidentally grabbed your hand, madam. Please don't use such ambiguous language."

At that moment, Britta walked over and smiled.

"Lady Timia, now that we're on your territory, we'll have to trouble you to guide us to see Ophimaso."

Timia, her spellcasting interrupted, could only say regretfully:

"Alright, Lyon, let's get intimate another time. I'll always remember the wonderful feeling of your fingers digging into me."

Maggie seemed to have forgotten her earlier embarrassment and whispered in Iris's ear:

"Look at how infatuated my master is. This is completely different from when he's with you, Iris."

She started stirring things up again.

Iris glanced at Timia and said:

“Master Maggie, you don’t understand Lyon. He didn’t turn against us because he was thinking of us. After all, being entangled with a bad woman of high status and power is a very difficult thing to handle.”

Maggie looked bored. Had this guy suddenly become so trusting of Leon?

She had such a dark expression when she saw her almost do *that* with Leon.

"It seems you're often bothered by people, Iris."

After thinking for a moment, Maggie said this.

"Yes, after I came to the Kingdom of Horsha, I was constantly approached by various nobles who wanted to chat me up and ask me out. No matter how I tried to get away with it, they kept pestering me. It was very annoying, so I usually don't attend public events and only go to those I have to go to."

Iris nodded.

"No wonder, after all, you are a noble and long-lived species, destined to become a powerful figure in the future, and you are also so beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Maggie nodded in empathy.

Her status as an artificial demon is quite high within the Holy Blood School, and many people often find reasons to befriend her.

As a result, many ill-intentioned people were buried by her, turning into nourishment for her alchemical vine puppets.

"Although the Long-lived species have a high status, there are quite a few adventurers in the capital who hate the Long-lived species and even want to secretly hunt us elves. So my cousin told me that if you don't have a trusted partner with you, try not to go into the dungeon before the fourth rank."

Iris was reminded of her past by Maggie, and couldn't help but feel sentimental.

"Oh? You're quite reckless, coming to the dungeon right after advancing to the fourth rank."

"No, I came to the dungeon with Leon when I was at Tier 3."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that you were tricked by my master a long time ago, even though your family told you not to go into the dungeon with people you don't trust."

"No, that's not it. I just thought Leon wouldn't lie to me."

"That's hard to say. If it were someone else, you would probably have been swindled out of everything by now."

"Hmm, that's true."

Their conversation circled back to Lyon.

Strangely enough, despite having made up her mind not to talk to Iris anymore, Machiru found herself chatting with Iris again without even realizing it.

Leon, who noticed the two from a short distance away, also smiled slightly.

As they spoke, the group had already passed through the outer magic circle gate of the camp and entered the inner circle.

As soon as they entered the inner circle, they saw a dashing woman in riding attire striding towards them from the central tent.

The woman was very tall, about 1.81 meters, and about 4 centimeters shorter than Lyon.

His long legs stride steadily and powerfully, his silver combat boots landing with a resounding thud.

Lyon looked up and observed that the woman's features, compared to her dashing attire, had a uniquely graceful style. She had a slightly round, fair face, delicate eyebrows like the moon, a pair of bright red, glassy eyes that seemed to smile, and thin lips that were slightly pursed into a red line.

Judging by her face alone, people would often assume that it belongs to a gentle woman who is about 1.6 meters tall.

But paired with those long, strong legs, it creates a charming contrast.

Ophimasso von Horcha.

Leon recognized her at first glance; she was the leading lady in the first two installments of this series.

Ophimasso walked toward Britta, a smile on his face:

"We've been waiting for you, Britta. This time, suppressing the monsters won't be possible without your strength."

They're so affectionate; anyone who didn't know better would think they had a really good relationship.

Lyon knew that this was also a kind of superficiality that Ophim Marceau excelled at.

The princess, who emerged from a more intense internal competition environment, also wore a thick mask on her face.

Chapter 154 Basic Information

Britta responded with a polite smile:

"There are only a few of us here, so we don't have enough to keep you waiting for so long."

"No, no, Britta, I'm not blaming you. This important task of suppressing the monsters really requires your help. Come with me."

Ophamaso grabbed Britta's hand and pulled her into the tent.

Lyon and his group followed behind.

To be honest, he hadn't expected Ophie Marceau to be so courteous today.

Could it be that this monster uprising has truly exceeded the limits of what their personnel can suppress?

I just scanned and found seven or eight Tier 5 specimens, and there are probably more if you include those that haven't been discovered yet.

Of course, most of the fifth-tier classes we see so far are warrior-type classes, whose ability to suppress monsters is far less than that of a seasoned spellcaster like Timia.

But with the help of fourth-tier teammates, they should be able to somewhat divide and cut off the monster tide, right?

With questions in mind, Leon followed Britta into the inner part of the tent.

As soon as they entered, more than a dozen seemingly tangible gazes swept over them.

Lyon glanced at the scene and a thought struck him.

Among these people, there were two familiar faces: his superior, Kairon, and his younger brother, Kaiku, one a fifth-tier and the other a fourth-tier.

As for Chiron, due to his years of research into ancient magic, his strength can be considered as strong fifth rank, comparable to some sixth rank.

Besides these two, there were several other fourth- or fifth-tier spellcasters from the mage guild, making a total of six people.

Although the mage corps was not directly under Ophimasso's control, it was, after all, a dungeon riot, so it was normal for Ophimasso to use this opportunity to mobilize the mage corps.

Apart from these spellcasters, there were more than ten other people, all of whom were warrior-type professions.

Judging from their attire, they are mostly vice-commanders of the royal knightly order and well-known generals of the city guard, whose professions are either gunfighters, swordsmen, or sword experts.

It's worth mentioning that most of the spellcasters present are at the fourth rank, with a few at the fifth rank, while all the warrior classes are at least at the fifth rank, with a few at the sixth rank.

This is normal, because there are more warrior-type classes than spellcasters, and they are also easier to advance in rank.

Because it's easy to advance in rank, generally speaking, the higher the rank of a warrior class, the weaker their combat power becomes compared to a spellcaster.